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Monday, May 23, 2011

In Harmony


When I am in harmony with Tao,
the universe becomes a symphony.

When I try to force my own way,
the universe turns a deaf ear.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeMay 23, 2011 at 11:45 PM

    Mischief

    Orange clef, yellow notes
    Graffiti mold music
    Traffic in sign language
    Walled inspiration

    Skip rope skin deep
    Public as a park stall
    Rocket aimed for stars
    Solid coffee tin

    Ready to light the fuse
    Catty-corner to the curb
    Outa sight wink and a nod
    Steel drums rumba

    {Disposable Poem May 23, 2011]
    Dr. Mike

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